This will make more sense if you read the earlier parts. Don't worry, they're fun, action packed, and build the tension. Read them first! Also, all characters are 18 years or older. Enjoy.
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Sam nailed his married, next-door neighbor, Lakshmi, every day after school that week. And to make things even better, his mom watched every single time. Joyce would sit in his desk chair and stare at them while they did it.
Joyce complained the first several times Sam mounted Lakshmi doggy. Saying things like, "You're degrading her." Or, "It's too dirty." Or, "You look like animals." But eventually Joyce gave up her complaints. And while she didn't exactly encourage Sam that week, the way she looked at them, Sam could tell she might even like it. At least a little bit.
The downside to that wonderful week was that Joyce declared herself off limits now that Sam had a girlfriend.
And so, the three of them found themselves in Sam's bedroom on Friday afternoon. Sam had already cum three times all over poor little Lakshmi. He had her on all fours again. With his success that week, he felt bold.
"You like my dick, Mrs. Singh?"
"Ughhhh," she said. Her head hung down and she watched the blanket below her.
His mom didn't like Sam to use the word dick, but he felt mostly indestructible at the moment. He pulled back on Lakshmi's hips, thrusting harder. Her brown skin smacked against his pale hips. "Do ... you ... like ... my ... dick."
"Yesssss." Lakshmi had practically been pounded into a coma.
"Tell me you like it." Sam watched his rod open her up and vanish inside her.
"I ... uh ... uh ... uh ... like it," she squeaked.
"Tell me you like my big dick."
"Sammy, that's enough." Joyce leaned forward in Sam's desk chair. Staring at them as they pounded away.
"It's okay, mom." Sam looked over at Joyce and took his hand away from Lakshmi's hip long enough to give a thumbs up. "She likes it."
Lakshmi lifted her head and looked up at her friend. "Oh, my God ... Joyce ... I love ... your son's ... huge cock." Lakshmi's eyes were wide, her jaw slack, and she had streaks of Sam's cum everywhere. She was a mess. If Joyce didn't like the word dick, Sam wondered how she felt about her friend saying cock. At any rate, she didn't try to correct Lakshmi.
Later, after Sam had emptied his fourth load on Lakshmi's back, Joyce helped Lakshmi shower, got her dressed, and then sent her home. After Sam cleaned up, he found his mom in the kitchen and sat down at the table.
"You must be hungry." Joyce had her back to him as she did a few dishes at the sink. Her dark dress hugged her hips and showed off her voluptuous backside. "I mean ... after all that."
"I'm not hungry." Sam watched her backside jiggle as she washed dishes. "But I could use some help. I didn't get it all out with Mrs. Singh."
"Sam Higgins." Joyce looked over her shoulder at him. She brushed her curly brown hair out of the way. "We've been over this. That's behind us now that you have a girlfriend."
"But -"
"No buts, young man." Her pretty face softened. The line of her jaw eased. "And speaking of girlfriends, when are you going to see Ashley again?"
"Tonight, mom."
"And how's it going with her, sweetie?" Joyce turned back to her work in the sink.
"Good. I really like her."
"That's great, honey. Maybe you can move it along with her and give poor Lakshmi a break."
"I'm trying." Sam sighed. "But I don't want to scare her off with my di ... my penis."
"I understand. But I do think Lakshmi's gotten more than she bargained for. You've been insatiable this week." Joyce switched off the faucet and turned to face her son. She rested her hip on the edge of the counter.
"What'd she bargain for, anyway?" Sam took in the shapely swell of her boobs, so poorly hidden in her dress.
Joyce dropped her gaze to the floor. A surge of guilt spread through her. But Lakshmi really was enjoying herself. Joyce pressed her legs together, thinking about how Sam took her little, dark friend over and over again that week. "Well, anyway." Joyce turned and busied herself at the counter. "I'm happy things are going well with Ashley. Don't stay out too late."
"I won't mom." Sam got up and headed for his room. If his mom wasn't going to help him, he needed another fap before he met up with Ashley.
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Sam rolled out of bed late on Saturday. He'd had another great time with Ashley, but it was mostly talking and laughing. No need to rush anything with her. Sam had enough on his plate at home. And first and foremost, was the fact that his mom had really upped her game of hard-to-get. He was grateful for Mrs. Singh. But Joyce was the most beautiful woman in the world, and to have her and then to lose her was maybe a little too much.
Golden light filtered in through Sam's windows, telling him he had really overslept. He pulled on some jeans and socks. Straightened his t-shirt and headed downstairs.
The sound of college football echoed up the basement stairs. His dad was already getting his football fix on the big screen in the basement. He found his mom curled up on the couch in the living room, legs tucked under her long dress. She was, of course, reading a mystery novel.
"Morning, mom."
"Hello, Sammy." Joyce didn't look up from her book. "How was your date last night?"
"Good." Sam sat on the edge of the couch and watched her read. She was cute in her round reading glasses. She'd tied her brown hair back in a ponytail. Her fair skin glowed in the sunlight that flooded through a nearby window. Sam watched the graceful curve of her dainty neck, so feminine and enticing.
"Still taking it slow?" Joyce continued to stare at her book, but she clearly wasn't reading anymore.
"Yeah."
"That's fine. I want you to make it work with her. But don't take too long, you need a girl your own age."
"Okay, mom." Sam looked around the room. "Where's Bex?"
"She took off early. School project? Maybe?" Joyce took off her glasses and looked up at her son. She blinked a few times.
"And dad's watching football?"
"Yes. There's a big game, or games, or something, going on today." She closed the book and put it down. "I have some errands to run today. Want to come with? Unless, you've got homework to do."
